David H. Hackworth
2 June 1998


The freighter sat low in the water as it steamed out of Long Beach Harbor.

My uncle, a shot up World War I vet who drank a lot of cheap California

wine, to drive away the demons of war, told me, "There goes another

boatload of scrap iron to feed the Japanese war machine."

He took a long pull from his brown-paper-bag-wrapped bottle and said "The

varmints did the same thing in my war."

His war was the "War to End All Wars," fought 20 years before in France

and Germany.

He lamented on how in the Civil War his blue-uniformed father was shot at

by Yankee cannon balls sold to the Rebels by Northern manufacturers more

into making a buck than doing the right thing for the United States of


"Cuz money is what war,s really all about" Uncle Roy said. "130,000

Americans died in my war. For what, to make big companies richer?"

At age 15, on Guam, I got to see firsthand what that scrap metal had done.

Though the fighting had stopped, there were knocked-out Japanese tanks,

artillery pieces and ugly chunks of shrapnel littering the island. And most

were made from the junk that came from ships that sailed out of our harbors

in the 1930s.

A lot of the Marines and soldiers I spoke to on that blood-soaked island

said they were permanently wearing shards of steel that enterprising

American businessmen had sold to Japan to sharpen their bottom-lines; and a

lot of their buddies had been stuffed in mattress covers and buried under

neat white rows of crosses and stars because U.S. entrepreneurs put profit

over country.

Many of these battle-hardened vets wore that thousand-yard stare, the same

one Uncle Roy toted around, and they all seemed just as bitter.

During the last half of the 20th Century, U.S. arms merchants have

brokered deals with most of the world,s top rats. They,ve outfitted death

squads in Latin America, provided Saddam Hussein and Company with the best

killing machines money could buy and are now busily supplying Bosnian

fanatics not only with top weaponry, but also with American mercenaries to

train their pet killers.

Almost 60 years after I watched those ships sail to Japan, Bill Clinton

and close aides are accused of helping China become the next Evil Empire.

This is the same China that gave the world the rape of Tibet and the blood

bath of Tiananmen Square. The same China that the CIA says has nuclear

tipped missiles aimed at our cities.

Experts say Loral Space engineers provided missile guidance technology

that will allow those missiles to strike with pinpoint accuracy anywhere in

the USA.

The boss man of Loral Space and Communications, Bernard Schwartz, has

slipped $2 million into Democrat coffers since Clinton entered the Oval

office. Donations that greased the skids for Schwartz, one of America,s

highest-paid CEOs, to travel aboard a U.S. Air Force aircraft to China with

the late Commerce Secretary Ron Brown, Mr. Clinton,s Mr. Fix it.

Brown -- who was close to being indicted for wheeling and dealing just

before he met his mysterious death on a hillside in Croatia -- saw to it

that Schwartz ended up with a $250 million deal with China, a future Super

Power who will soon challenge America militarily.

When you look at the business Schwartz sleazed in as a result of his $2

million plane trip, his first-class ticket to sell America down the drain

starts looking more and more like mere petty cash.

When the Pentagon protested that if Loral provided China with an improved

missile system it would threaten America, their warnings were dismissed by

Clinton. Reelection, it seems, was more important to the President and his

top economic advisors than missiles aimed at Main Street USA.

It,s become the American way both for Democrats and Republicans -- to

make huge profits out of war and the threat of war. But today the risks are

bigger than ever. We,re no longer talking shells made from American scrap

iron raining down on our soldiers far, far away on other country,s

battlefields. We,re talking Chinese nuclear missiles -- equipped with a

Loral guidance systems -- taking out your hometown before you can say,